Molly's POV
When we left the theatre it was 5:00, by the time we got home it was already 5:20. My mom and I talked for a while. About things, about life. We hadn't seen each other in 3 years for goodness sake. We talked about my job, her job, my sisters, and the fact that my sister Lindsay was getting married. We had a great time. And before I knew it it was 6:30. So I made some dinner.
We ate and talked more. It was about nothing in particular but we talked. When I realized it was 11:30 I said I was going to bed. My mom agreed it was time. She voluntarily took the couch and me in my bed. It was the perfect night/day.
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I woke up to the sound of the coffee maker. I stood up and walked out to the kitchen. I found me mom making a delicious breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, and fruit. My fav!
''So I'm going to leave after we eat'' my mom established.
''Why are you leaving so early?'' I asked.
''Work'' she responded.
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By the time she left it was 8:30 on a Monday. That meant I had to work in an hour. This is (not) the life.
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Narrativa generaleMolly just needs a little inspiration, will she find a guy to go with it. What does she really want to do with her life?
